He studies her

He studies her

Every single inch.

Cataloguing

And memorizing

Her skin.

Imagining its softness

Its scent

Its taste.

Her curves

That he dreams of following

With his hands and mouth

Her hair

A dark storm of waves and curls

Long enough to wind around his hand

And pull her close.

Her smile

That seems to sparkle

Just for him

Lighting up the room

And bringing warmth to his day

And her eyes

The blue-grey

Of a stormy sea.

A sea he is eager to get lost in

He studies her

His dark haired angel